The Architecture of a Silence: Part I: The Ghost in the Glass

 


Part I: The Ghost in the Glass

In 2021, their world was just a glowing screen, simply put a phone, when she looked at him through the glass, it felt like she had finally found where she belonged while gazing at these honey warm eyes. He was a man of "quiet violence" a martial artist who moved with a heavy, serious power in a modest way.

Unfortunately at that time, she didn't know her own worth. She felt like a stranger to herself, not realizing she was a "Cathedral" of beauty and light just waiting for someone to notice, to worship to claim.

But he was a ghost even when he was there.

He had no home and no steady path; more like he has an outline of his path but she was not included in the essentials, he was a traveler who lived for the cold wind and sea. He stepped into her life and fed on her joy, using her laughter like fuel to keep himself moving for entertainment purposes. For a year, they lived in a world made only of words as dull it may sound for her it was not more like a warm cover she got used to very fast. Then, during the "first eclipse," he simply evaporated, just disappeared in the middle of I have something to do and we'll catch up later, still wondering was he fighting the shadows of the dark lord or maybe not, lets stop making excuses for the unworthy. 

She became a hungry hunter of memories. She stayed up late into the night, staring at her phone and re-reading every old message. She lost her sleep and her pride along, waiting at the door of a ghost who didn't want to stay.

When he finally drifted back, she didn't send him away. She let the haunting continue welcoming it with open wide arms. He lived nearby, but he refused to see her in person. He stayed a shadow a someone she could talk to but never touch and reach to. 

When he finally decided to leave for good across the sea on a long travel, he played a cruel game. He acted warmer than ever right before he planned to freeze her out. His final message was a "goodnight" that was meant to last forever for an eternal sleep to whatever they created. He told her he loved her just as he was closing the door.

The silence that followed wasn't a break in the conversation. It was a tomb where he buried their story, leaving her standing alone in the cold surrounded by shadows and never looked back... 


To be continued.... 

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